For my birthday last week, the stars aligned so that we ended up in Brooklyn for a long weekend, and a friend’s wedding, which segued into a family trip on Long Island and my nephew’s first birthday party. In Brooklyn, my husband and I stayed at an Airbnb in Greenpoint. I know Airbnb’s whole schtick (besides cheap room-sharing) is that you, as the guest, get to stay in a real person’s home, in a real neighborhood, and be a part of the place you’re visiting. Which is corny and problematic, but also true. Each morning, we walked through McGolrick Park to the same coffee shop and sipped our drinks on a bench while watching all the good dogs of Brooklyn out for a stroll. As soon as our coffees were gone, we walked around the corner for the best bagels in the world, then hopped on the subway to meet friends, celebrate good things, and spend way too much money on drinks.